I’m at the end of my rope and I’m slipping. Losing my faith in humanity - I’m falling fast. I’ve lost my grasp on reality. Daily struggle is weighing me down. Society tries to pull me underground. Another year has passed - everything’s the same. Nothing’s gotten better - am I to blame? My own demons drag me down everyday in this world of death, deceit, and decay. Fucked in the head - don’t stand a chance. This wretched world has me fucking trapped.
i find you very interesting. marry me? (:
let’s meet, and if you still find me interesting there is that much more of the possibility, haha.
do you ever feel hollow?
all the fucking time. i don’t know what to think or how to feel i simply lay there with nothing at all. yes, hollow, empty, and i can’t find my feelings or bring them back. i don’t know what to do at these points.
How old were you the first time you thought you were in love?
i have never thought i was actually in love. to me this is the utmost of feeling you can have toward somebody else, i don’t think i’ve reached that. though i do tend to compare my feelings with those believe they are, and sometimes i feel more and sometimes less. i usually push people away before they can get too close and it’s not something i enjoy doing but probably necessary. i can’t even keep it together so when trying to give somebody all of myself it’s usually received in bits and pieces. that’s all i can give for now. as soon as i let go i’m going to end up hitting the floor too hard.
stories, days summaries, questions, comments
anything at all
i frequently just sit here and exist
don’t tell me i’m not trying when you’re acting the same way
you do the same things i do, just a different day
there will be no hesitation
there will be no confrontation
there will be no indication
there will be no cause
there will be no exultation
there will be no justification
there will be no way at all
